Sign of the Times

Beware! Guard Cairn Terrier On Duty

For some reason, this makes me laugh.

(This was the work of the little one.)

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To read more of Bitey’s adventures before the sign-chewing Usurper came along, pick up a copy of A Tired Mommy Is a Good Mommy. It is available at Amazon in both paperback and Kindle versions.

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Bitey and his new usurping little brother will soon be starring in the illustrated Poopiter. I made some corrections to the manuscript this morning and sent it off this afternoon. If the proof comes back OK, it will be ready for publishing possibly this week. Stop by often for updates on the book’s progress!

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Toby’s Christmas

So, who is this Santa fellow again, and what is it I am supposed to be doing for him?

Um, I might not be too worried about that if I were you.

(Shhh…don’t tell Toby, but Santa is bringing him gifts even though he has been naughty.)

Tennis balls on wrapping paper, waiting to be wrapped.

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Engelbert Humpamint

Cairn terrier puppy sleeping with his head on a peppermint toy. Continue reading →

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Things To Do On Saturday (or “Why I Am Such A Good Boy”)

These events took place over the course of one weekend when Bitey had just turned four months old. This was before I had a camera, and it took me pages and pages to scribble out all of the misery my puppy put me through in those two days!

This soap would be easier to grip if it had grooves... — This soap would be easier to grip if it had grooves…

You could save some money on kibble if you let me eat from here!

Buttons are too dressy! A pullover would do just fine.

Aww...don't give this sweater away to charity. I like it! — Aww…don’t give this sweater away to charity. I like it!

I'll tear out this page in Grandpap's catalog so he knows just what to get me. — I’ll tear out this page in Grandpap’s catalog so he knows just what to get me.

I'll save some money by eating my yard yark. — I’ll save some money by eating my yard yark.

Mommy's shoe needs breaking in. — Mommy’s shoe needs breaking in.

I'll put this where Mommy can find it easily! — I’ll put this where Mommy can find it easily!

This rug would go better in the middle of the room.

I'll test and make sure this coffee table leg is strong! — I’ll test and make sure this coffee table leg is strong!

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Walking

One day, when Geordie was several years old, we were out for a

walk when a neighbor saw us and said, “You are so lucky that your dog walks nicely on a leash! We just got a new puppy, and all she does is pull and pull.” Lucky? Really? I know she had to have seen us slogging around this neighborhood, regardless of the season, all to exercise my beast and try to get him to heel. Three years of walking several miles each week and coaching my boy every step of the way

No, luck had nothing to do with it.

Yeah, we didn't do too well in school. — Yeah, we didn’t do too well in school.

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Toy of the Gods

Mommy forgot to shut

The bathroom door

Where the roll of TP

Hangs so close to the floor.

When from over my shoulder

Comes a loud, angry roar,

“Don’t touch that, you beast!

I don’t have any more!”

So I snatch up the end

And away I do soar..

So pleased with my game,

I am thrilled to the core!

Leaping and bounding

And twisting with glee

I watch as my human

Can’t catch up with me.

I roll till I’m wrapped

like an ancient mummy.

It’s a gift from the gods

This roll of TP!

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Are We Cool?

If you have a terrier, you know that you must keep them on a leash pretty much all the time. (They are too interested in the world to reliably come when called.) In an effort to get Geordie some exercise, I bought him a really long, 50 foot leash. I thought that he and I would be able to romp, chase balls, catch Frisbees and such with him still safely tethered to me.

I was so disappointed when I took Geordie out on his new leash! Although it was 50 feet long, all he cared about was being 50 1/2 feet away from me. I couldn’t engage him in any games; he only wanted to pull further away.

Finally I had had enough. Geordie was busy sniffing mystery scents as far away from me as he could, so I decided to lie on the ground and watch the clouds for a bit. After a few minutes, I closed my eyes and simply enjoyed the quiet.

The next thing I knew, I felt something brush against my hair. Ew! What was that?!? Turns out, it was my puppy gently sniffing me. When he was done, he laid down next to me with his fur barely brushing against me so that he could tell if I moved. Everything about his body language said he was checking to see if things were still cool between us. Sure, puppy, they’re cool. This was one of the first times Geordie seemed to show an interest in whether or not I was upset with him.

After a few minutes, I gave him a hug to let him know we were OK and to release him from his apologetic “good behavior”.

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